Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 386: Unveiling the Truth of Identity

Chapter 386: Unveiling the Truth of Identity

Mia followed Ella and Tiffany into the room, and surprisingly, Tiffany didn’t object. Watching Tiffany’s back, Ella couldn’t shake the growing conviction: she’s Hannah. Or rather, she was now certain—Tiffany is Hannah!

Hannah had clearly climbed her way into the Miller aristocracy, and with that came an undeniable arrogance deeply ingrained in her. Naturally, this disdain extended toward Ella.

From the very first glance, that condescension in her eyes was evident.

Although Ella had Eric by her side, Hannah had successfully reinvented herself. She now wore the mask of a glamorous, adored celebrity. No matter how hard Ella tried, she couldn’t compete with the dazzling aura that came with Hannah’s newfound status.

...

Once the door closed, Tiffany turned to Ella, her gaze unusually complex. "Mrs. Nelson, there’s something I need to say to you."

Her slightly raspy voice carried a hint of supplication.

Ella sat down calmly, her demeanor indifferent. "If you have something to say, just say it. No need to beat around the bush with me."

Tiffany’s tone shifted to one of grievance. "Mrs. Nelson, I don’t understand why you’re always targeting me. When I first signed with LXL, you assigned me a supporting role. I didn’t complain. But after I finished The Crimes Mount, every script you offered me was trash..."

Ella arched an elegant eyebrow and smiled faintly at Tiffany. "Ms. Fox, I’m not sure what you’re talking about. Since I arrived in Country W, neither Eric nor I have meddled in your affairs. The roles you choose are entirely up to you. The scripts in our company come from producers or screenwriters, and our content team carefully vets them. So, tell me—what exactly makes them ’trash’?"

Tiffany’s expression grew more pitiful, and Ella couldn’t help but marvel at her acting skills.

"Mrs. Nelson," Tiffany said, her voice trembling, "I know you dislike me, but could you stop pretending otherwise? I’ve heard from others that I offended you, which is why I’ll never get good roles again. Even if a decent film comes my way, I’ll only ever be cast in a supporting role, just like that thriller!"

Mia, standing off to the side, frowned deeply. She used to be one of Tiffany’s fans, but after discovering the behind-the-scenes manipulations Tiffany had engaged in, her opinion of the actress had plummeted.

Now, hearing Tiffany’s pitiful act, Mia thought, If this story leaks, Ella will drown in a sea of fan outrage.

And honestly, for someone as bold and straightforward as Tiffany usually was, this display of meekness felt entirely fake.

Ella chuckled leisurely. "Ms. Fox, you heard this from someone? Who? I’d love to have a word with them. And by all means, feel free to choose your own films and sign your own contracts. I have no intention of interfering with your career anymore."

She paused, her tone steady and sharp. "As long as you stick to your lane, I have no interest in crossing paths with you."

If Hannah—now Tiffany—could behave herself, Ella had no desire to make an enemy of her.

After all, Hannah had worked her way up, changed her identity, and earned a prominent place. Even with the Miller family’s backing, reaching such heights required undeniable talent and hard work.

However, she had crossed the line repeatedly—inciting Rylee to frame her, among other schemes. Enough was enough.

Tiffany, seemingly determined to play the victim, squeezed out a few tears. "Mrs. Nelson, I swear, I have no designs on Mr. Nelson. So please, stop targeting me!"

Ella: ...

What is this absurdity?

Did she not understand plain words? Ella had explicitly told her to choose her own films, sign her own contracts, and move on.

And yet Tiffany still insisted on claiming she was being targeted!

Ella let out a cold laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. "Ms. Fox, I’ve already told you: if there’s a film or novel you’re interested in, you’re free to reach out directly. We won’t interfere, and we certainly won’t object. That way, there’ll be no so-called ’trash’ films in your eyes. And yet, you still accuse me of targeting you?"

Tiffany whimpered, her tone full of grievance. "Mrs. Nelson, I hope you mean it. If I take on a film in the future, I don’t want you sabotaging me. Last time, if I hadn’t been careful, I might have fallen to my death!"

What?!

Both Ella and Mia were momentarily speechless.

Hannah’s shameless tactics had finally come to light.

Wasn’t it Amanda who had nearly fallen last time?

Ella’s eyes narrowed slightly. This must be her trying to record the conversation.

"Ms. Fox, your memory is astonishingly bad," Mia said coldly, finally breaking the silence. "It wasn’t you who nearly fell last time—it was Amanda. Or have you started rewriting history too?"

Mia’s admiration for Tiffany had turned completely to disdain. She had encountered shameless people before, but this level of deceit was a new low.

Tiffany tried to maintain her composure. "Mrs. Nelson—"

"Ms. Fox," Ella interrupted sharply, "there’s no need to say more, and there’s certainly no need to continue this act. I’ve known your true identity for a while now, ever since Rylee let it slip."

Ella’s lips curled into a mocking smile. "I’ve lived under the same roof with you for nearly twenty years. Every move you make is predictable to me. Even if you changed genders, I’d still recognize you for who you are."

Ella didn’t say the name outright, but Tiffany’s face turned ashen.

Her eyes widened, staring at Ella in disbelief.

She had concealed her identity so meticulously, crafting the perfect facade as Tiffany, adored by fans worldwide. How could Ella have seen through her?

"Mrs. Nelson, I don’t understand what you’re talking about," Tiffany said, trying to mask the panic in her eyes, though her heart was racing.

Ella’s steady, piercing gaze met hers. "Our grudges ended the day Robert passed away and your mother went to prison. Even when you were sent to that psychiatric hospital, I didn’t go out of my way to make things harder for you. I even promised Brianna I wouldn’t harm you.

"But then... you were taken away by a mysterious benefactor, reappearing with a new identity, and you still choose to make me your enemy."

Tiffany’s body trembled slightly, her composure slipping.

Her lips parted, but no words came out.

"If you stop now," Ella continued calmly, "I’ll consider the matter closed. I have no interest in fighting you. I have more important things to focus on—my career, my life. I don’t have time to waste on petty people."

Ella’s eyes grew colder, her voice sharper. "But let me remind you... the ’fake Hannah’ has already been cast aside by the Miller family. Do you think Mrs. Miller will treat you kindly? She might not expose you, but... did you know Brandon is dead?"

A visible chill washed over Tiffany’s face. She knew about Brandon’s death.

"Brandon likely uncovered your secrets, and that’s why he was killed. There’s even talk that the person who killed him has been harassing Mrs. Miller—sending her emails daily. Some lunatic... maybe Brandon even uncovered the full extent of your and Rylee’s secrets and planned to expose them bit by bit."

"Shut up! Shut up!" Tiffany’s emotions finally exploded.